Snap. Oh Snap. I ran out of bullets. My heart began pounding. I could tell that my end was coming. Should I run? Or should I just let the zombie finish me off, here and now? I looked up and saw the zombie running towards me. Fury and hunger in her, sorry it's, eyes. Blood dripping from it's mouth. Rotten flesh on the face and other body parts visible from under the now ruined Chanel dress. She must have been rich back in the day. "On second thought, I don't want to become a meal to some rich snob. Laters!" Then I darted off. I ran past all the shops on second floor and down the stairs to first floor. As much as one might hate this lifestyle, one will also enjoy it. The freedom and all....but then there's also the lonliness. No one to talk to. Unless you're like me and like to yell at zombies before you kill them. As I got carried away in my thought's I didn't see another zombie coming at me from the direction I was running in. I am dead. It's either getting killed by zombies or jumping over the railing. The fall alone would kill me. This was it. I was going to die. Heart pounding, I prepared to die. And boy, was I going to do it with a smile on my face! "Duck!" A voice came out of no where. I did as it told me although I had the urge to yell at them asking who they think they are, telling me what to do. Yes, I have an attitude and I won't be scared to use it. I heard two guns shots. Silence. After what seemed like hours, I got up to see a man with a cow-boy hat and an "AK-47" in his hand, standing there. "So kid, do you have any Twinkies?"
* 1 Week Later*
"Where the fucking Twinkies?!" Me and Columbus just looked at each other with the bemused looks on our faces. The man who saved my life was called Tallahassee, due to the place he was from. He was tall, strong, scary, always wore his cow-boy hat and all he wanted was a Twinkie, I don't understand how a Twinkie could make it all better but you better not make him mad. I'd rather give myself over to the zombies, than make him mad. Columbus, on the other hand, was a shy, weak, curly haired student from Columbus, Ohio. Tallahassee and Columbus have been togather for the past month and I joined them last week. I'd be dead with out them. Killed by the zombies. The whole disease started spreading when patient 0 ate the contaminated hamburger. Ever since then the disease has been going around and has now wiped out the whole of the USA. Apart from us and hopefully other people. The disease gave you a very bad case of the munchies. It was like mad cow disease but for humans. I looked up as Tallahassee came out the store. "Stupid shop...no Twinkies...I will-" He looked at me. "Beverlly, what was it that you wanted?" They called me Beverlly Hills because that I was my destination. I was going to find my sister. A famous Hollywood actress. "We're low on amuni-" Before I even finished my sentence a group of zombies ran towards us. Yelling, screeching and being over all disgusting. Tallahassee lifted up his gun, faster than lightning, and pulled the trigger. Nothing. "What the-?!" Me and Columbus dragged him in the car and started driving off into the suburbs of Las Vegas. "I tried to tell you that we're low, well ran out off, amunition." Tallahassee starred aout the window for quiet a long time. "STOP!" His sudden movemnet made me and Columbus jump in our seats. Tallahassee got out the car and walked into somebody's deserted garage. After excahgning the 'this-idea-sucks' looks me and Columbus followed him. The garage was massive and dark. A few rats were heard scuttling away as we approached. As we walked futher into the garage the smell of decay hit my nostrils and it was so overwhelming that I thought I was going to be sick. "You alright?" I looked at Columbus and gave him a weak smile. "Yeah, thanks." We found Tallahassee by some truck. He was smiling like a mad man. He gestured for us to look inside. Doing so, we saw a whole load of guns, amunition and canned food. We looked at Tallahassee who was smiling. "THANK GOD FOR THE YANKEES!" We laughed for ages, until we had tears in our eyes. Rule no.5, while living in Zombieland, 'Enjoy the little things'. After packing the whole lot up, we got into our black Land Rover and drove towards the West Coast. Los Angeles.
On the highway. The barbaric sun was shining down upon us. We were lost. We took so many wrong turns and we were hopelessly lost. Tallahassee carried on driving never the less. Sudenlly I though I saw something on the horizon. "Guys?! Are you seeing this?!" Tallahassee snorted. "It's just a mirrage. The sun messing with your mind." Not really believing this, I got up and put my head through the car roof. A big sign read 'Welcome to Los Angeles. City of the Angles.' We stopped the car not really believing we reached our destination. I started shouting and jumping up and down in my seat like a jack-in-a-box. "Let's see whats up in Hollywood!" Then he drove down the highway, as if he were at a Formula 1 race. Tallahassee slowed down when we reached the town. Driving down, street's empty, shop's unoccupied, dark alley's infested with zombies and dead bodies. Was this really what has become on the United States of America? "So! Where does your sister live?" Tallahassee pulled me out of my day dream. "Huh? Oh, I don't know." They both starred at me. I gestured for Tallahassee to stop the car. After I clambered out, I ran to a stall and took a map to the Star's houses. I thought about grabbing an 'I heart Hollywood' top, just for the sake of it, but I saw a group,no. More like the whole population of zombies in Los Angeles, running towards us. I was about to pull out my gun when I realized I left it in the car. Running full speed, with the map and t-shirt in my hand, I got the the car just in time for us to drive away and avoid the bloody masacre. Back in the car, after I put my seatbelt on (rule no.2,living in Zombieland, ALWAYS put the seat belt on), I was yelling, navigating Tallahassee. "Left! No right! My right you idiot!" It was very hard as we still had half a dozen zombies on our tails. "Who is your sister anyway?!" As we drove past Johnny Depp's house I yelled for them to stop. Columbus snatched the map out my hands. "Jennifer Aniston?!:"
The house was quiet. Very quiet. The sort of quiet that only occurs when something is about to happen. All alround the house you could smell Cinnamon. Jennifer's favourite scent. The house looked as if someone has just popped to the grocery store and was to return at any moment. It was weird but gave me hope my sister was still alive. Sudenlly there was a loud crash upstairs. I quicklly pulled out my gun, ready to shoot, anf followed Tallahassee upstairs. Reaaching top floor we walked down the long corridor. The walls had pictures of Jennifer with other actors, her friends, even of herself at movie premeiers but none of me or my parents. My hear broke thinking we meant nothing to my sister. Just then, as we turend around to go back down the stairs, a figure appeared at the top of the stairs. Half blinded by the sun, coming in through the glass roof, Columbus spoke first.. "Marilyn Monroe?!" Silence. "In 2009!?"
Thanks for reading. I remind you this is a one shot only and I wont update this again. Sorry....or I might? Depending on the amount of votes I get ;)
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Bella xxxxxxxx <3
